We had spent the better half of our morning watering and tending to the garden when I decided to quiz Shelby on all the varieties of vegetables (hopeful she would begin reading the little sticks we plunked at the head of each row).
"What are those?" I said, pointing to a neat row of gray green sprouts in front of her.
"Ummm, brussel sprouts!" she happily declared.
And yes, for those of you who think I'm crazy, my family actually eats brussel sprouts.
And then I pointed to the small, serrated leaves of a baby artichoke plant, sure I'd have her stumped for the answer, "What's that guy right there?" I asked.
A long pause, and then her answer erupted with, "Artishit!"

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